Indeed, the greatest of England's naval heroes was not insensible to the attractions of this gift from 'our sweet enemy France.' In October 1800 Nelson, together with Sir William and Lady Hamilton, was a guest of Mr. Elliot, the British Resident at Dresden. At dinner Lady Hamilton drank more Champagne than the narrator of this little incident imagined it was possible for a woman to consume, and inspired thereby, insisted on favouring the company with her imitations of classical statuary. Nelson thereupon got uproarious, and went on emptying bumper after bumper of the same fluid in honour of the fair Emma, and swearing that she was superior to Siddons. The host kept striving 'to prevent the further effusion of Champagne,' but did not succeed till Sir William in his turn had astonished all present with a display of his social talents. The grave diplomatist lay down on his back, with his arms and legs in the air, and in this position bounded all round the room like a ball, with his stars and ribbons flying around him.[356] If we may give credit to Tom Moore, 'the best wigged prince in Christendom,' who was subsequently to 'd---- Madeira as gouty,' and bring Sherry into fashion, preferred stronger potations than those produced on the banks of the Marne. In one of the poet's political skits the Prince is introduced soliloquising _à la_ Jemmy Thompson-- 'O Roman Punch! O potent Curaçoa! O Maraschino! Maraschino O! Delicious drams'[357]-- and describing his favourite luncheon as 'good mutton cutlets and strong curaçoa.'[358] Nevertheless, the First Gentleman in Europe did consume Champagne; but it was concentrated in the form of punch, especially devised for him, and indulged in by him in company with Barrymore, Hanger, and their fellows.[359] His sometime model and subsequent victim, poor Brummell, is said to have put the wine to a still more ignoble use. One day a youthful beau approached the great master in the arts of dress and deportment, and said, 'Permit me to ask you where you get your blacking?' 'Ah,' replied Brummell, gazing complacently at his boots, 'my blacking positively ruins me. I will tell you in confidence it is made with the finest Champagne.'[360] Probably the great dandy was merely quizzing his interlocutor, though such an act of extravagance would have been a pull on even the longest purse in those days, 'your bottle of Champagne in the year 1814 costing you a guinea.'[361] [Illustration: THE PRINCE REGENT (After Gilray).]